The look in his eyes and the words that he said quite obviously made the subject final. She nodded, taking the words to heart so that she wouldn't upset him. "Okay...Grey." It was odd, calling him something that she'd never once called him in her life. But he was Grey now, and she would respect that. She watched him put the bag over his shoulder before he started reaching down towards her. He was going to pick her up. As much as she didn't want to hurt anymore, it was necessary to get her out of the room and out of the hospital. Silently, she nodded, biting on the inside of her lip to try and prepare herself for the pain. But when he did lift her up, it was worse than she expected. She gave a cry of pain, but it was muffled by her biting on her lip. She didn't want him to feel guilty for doing something that he had to do to get her out of there.
Every movement from the steps he took made her hurt, but she tried not to make any more noise than necessary. The tears couldn't be helped, though. Once they were in the hall, she saw all of the kids standing there, looking at Bobby...or rather, Grey. Were they planning on following him? There were more than she imagined standing there, looking so scared and lost. All of them had lost their parents too. Some of them were probably sick, though their sicknesses could have been as bad or even worse than her own.
And just like that, they were going. Kelsey was afraid, but she was also happy to be able to leave that awful place. There were no guarantees that she wouldn't be dead soon, but at least she had the chance to be back around a person that she cared about. People that she cared about.
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It was because of Grey that she was alive and on the farm. It was because of him that she was in remission. It was because of him that she'd been able to survive those nights when she'd been so sick...
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Mouse had awoken in the middle of the night, convulsing and retching. She rushed to make it out of bed fast enough so she wouldn't get sick on the floor. She also didn't want to wake Grey up just because she was sick. Even if she managed to get the bathroom door most of the way closed, there was no way that he wouldn't be able to hear her as her stomach betrayed her. The nausea had been almost unbearable since she'd come to the farm. It was difficult to keep any kind of food down for too long. But she had to eat, or else she'd never get her strength back.
It was a good five minutes before she stopped throwing up. Somewhere in that time frame, she'd started crying. The tears ran down her face as she wiped at her lips with a towel. "Dammit..." she said to herself. She really hoped that Grey hadn't heard her get up. She didn't want to bother him just because she wasn't feeling okay.
Mouse slumped against the bathroom wall, her hands covering her eyes as she cried. She hated being sick. She hated feeling awful. She just wanted it all to end. Why wouldn't remission just come again? The universe just hated her. Or she was just extremely unlucky.